Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just point the way, Jamie. That's all I ask.
As I told you, it's our best-selling fantasy.
He looks like he's here to arrest someone.
You can't very well do that, Peter, with papers in your pocket...
Your horse, Marshal Burke.
- Oh, hi. - Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.
Oh, come on. It's me.
So-- Marshal.
This might be your lucky day.
That's why I came here.
What did you come a long way to do?
Good-bye.
Frank, bring us a bottle of rum.
if you really care for her, don't try to win her with your money and title.
♪ [ Honky-tonk Piano ]
Let me see.
Well, that's precisely what it is. And if you know that much,
Dinner? I haven't even had breakfast yet. Look, I told you--
Now come on, boys. I'm sorry about this.
But this is my country, my realm,
before I finally spotted you sitting in here.
Bye.
Where are you from? Cleveland.
Now remember, you are the only law that town has now.
The violences against the soul are the ones that hurt the most.
Hard work does not frighten me.
Well, that's too bad, because this is my town now.
Well, I don't like it. That Roarke-- he tricked us.
Because an hour ago, you-- Oh, never mind.
I think we should try.
Little Peter? Well, all things are relative, Tattoo.
You the new marshal? That's right.